Captured

Summary: Tasuki is captured by Nakago and tortured brutally. Chichiri arrives just a little too late and must try to help the broken Bandit heal or risk Tasuki loosing his will to live. Tasuki/Chichiri. Warnings, rape, torture, yaoi.

WARNINGS! This fic contains torture, rape, swearing, perversion, sadism and yaoi.

SPOLIERS! Episode 16 onwards. Manga volume 5 onwards.

RATED FOR: Extreme violence.

Disclaimer: Fushigi Yuugi and all it's affiliated characters belong to Watase Yuu and various companies. I am making no money from this.

This fanfiction is incredibly dark. I would love more readers but if you don't like angst, or blood squicks you, then please don't read this. It also definately deserves it's M rating. Of course, if you're in the mood for a hurt/comfort fic then this is the one for you. The first two chapters are the darkest as those are the time Tasuki spends in Kutou. If you want to read the fic without the violence then you can just skip the first two and go on to the rest.
Please review it, if only to tell me that it is horrible, giving some reasons why of course. It really does help a writer to get feedback.

Tasuki blinked a few times in the darkness as he gradually regained consciousness, the blurring leaving his vision after a few moments. Where am I? He wondered as he tried to sit up, moving his heavy limbs slowly. The chains that bound him to the wall pulled sharply against his injured arms and he fell back with a cry of pain, hitting the floor again with a thud that jarred every part of his body.

Fuck! He swore silently as he sat up with more caution, carefully moving until he could rest his back against the wall. He took several deep breaths as the sharp pain in his body reasserted itself and yesterday's memories washed over him. Ch', I feel worse than when Tama beat me up. He complained to himself as he looked around, moving his head slowly to avoid worsening the pounding headache.

The room was almost completely dark, the lack of light preventing him from seeing anything but shadows and the dark stone stained with blood beneath him. My blood. He realized with a shudder. How can you loose so much yet still live? Tasuki pulled lightly against the chains that held his arms behind him, testing them, but they were still securely fastened to the wall and he had little strength left to him. It's a wonder I can move at all after yesterday.

Guess it's my own damned fault I'm here though. He thought ruefully as he slumped against the walls, hissing as the cold stone met the many wounds on his back. I just had to go out drinkin' didn't I. Chichiri warned me not to, but I ignored him. Idiot! He cursed himself as he let his eyes close again, certain that his captor was not in the room. I can't believe they captured me so easily! Damned cheaters must have drugged my sake.

Tasuki had gone out to a local bar the previous evening, repeatedly ignoring the warnings of fellow seishi Chichiri not to leave the palace grounds. When after only his first cup of sake Tasuki could barely walk or think straight he knew, even through the fog surrounding his senses, that he had been drugged.

He had jumped unsteadily to his feet and tried to leave quickly. Before he could stagger more than a few steps a man dressed in black moved in behind him and hit him on the head, causing him to fall unconscious. He awoke here to the smirking face of Seiryu no Shichiseishi Nakago. Tasuki let out a low groan as he remembered that meeting; it was one he was not likely to forget for a long time.

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He opened bleary eyes and barely registered a dull pain in the back of his head. The realization that he had been captured came instantly and he looked wildly around the room. He found that he was chained to the wall behind him by both wrists and ankles, the chains restricting his movements almost completely. The Shogun Nakago stood above him, slowly turning over a long whip in his hands.

"So, you are finally awake Suzaku no Shichiseishi Tasuki. I expected better from you." He said calmly, staring down at the younger man and idly stroking the handle of his whip.
"Shit. What the hell am I doin' here?! An' where is 'here' for that matter?"

Nakago laughed softly. Tasuki's hands were chained to the wall above his head, preventing much movement other than twisting his torso futilely; holding him in that vulnerable position in front of Nakago. Yet Tasuki still had the courage to demand answers of him. Courage, or stupidity.

"You have been captured by my spies and are in the dungeons below the palace of Kutou. You are here mainly due to your own idiocy," Nakago's words burnt all the more fiercely in Tasuki's mind for the truth behind them and he glared at the older man as he moved closer and crouched down beside him. "But also because you interest me." Tasuki could not repress the involuntary shiver caused by Nakago's whispering breath across his ear. Nakago unlocked the end of Tasuki's chains that connected them to the wall and stood, taking them with him and forcing Tasuki to rise as well.

Once Tasuki had been pulled to his feet Nakago continued to lift the chains higher. Tasuki had no choice but to grit his teeth and allow his arms to be raised above his head, stretching him to his full height and forcing him to stand slightly on tiptoe, becoming a puppet to this man's will.

When he had positioned Tasuki to his liking Nakago locked his chains to another hook on the wall, holding him there unable to even kick out as another short length of chain held his ankles to the wall. Tasuki could only glare with a furious hatred at the man who held him so completely against his will.

Nakago lifted a hand and ran it along the smooth line of Tasuki's jaw, fingering the small fangs that showed as Tasuki growled at him. With a small, humourless chuckle he moved his hand lower to trail across the plane of Tasuki's chest. Tasuki realized with horror that he was no longer wearing his long coat, only his thin undershirt.

Nakago then drew a short bladed knife from his belt and ran his tongue slowly over the blade. Tasuki shuddered as the taller man leaned in closer and drew the knife from the collar of Tasuki's shirt to the edge, drawing a line down the centre of his chest, cutting the shirt open yet leaving no mark on the skin. Such control. Tasuki thought as he repressed another shudder.

Anything he does to me is completely deliberate, he has complete control. Nakago continued to use the knife to slowly cut away small strips of material. Each expanse of bare flesh revealed was ravished by heated eyes before the knife moved again to another part of the shirt. Tasuki strained against his bonds, trying desperately to do anything to stop Nakago, but succeeded only in bruising his wrists against the harsh metal of his chains.

The slow torture finally ended as the last strip of Tasuki's shirt dropped to the floor and Nakago stepped back silently to view his prize, eyes cold but for the soft flicker of desire held within their depths. He replaced the knife with a satisfied smirk and turned his gaze back to his uncomfortable prisoner.

Tasuki was horribly aware of the sight he presented to Nakago; shirtless and stretched onto his toes, straining futilely against his bonds. Helpless. Tasuki glared at him as that cool gaze swept his body, lingering in places, making him feel like an object, like he was owned.

"Is this what you did to Tamahome? Fuckin' pervert." Tasuki declared, challenge in his voice, needing to show defiance and using the only way still available to him. Nakago smirked in reply.

"No Tasuki. This is what I did to Tamahome." Nakago's voice held no emotion as he raised the whip, giving Tasuki time to see what was going to happen and waiting until his eyes widened in horrified anticipation before bringing it down diagonally across the length of Tasuki's chest. The wound left filled slowly with blood until it flowed over and ran down his body slowly to drip onto the floor.

The blow was painful enough to cause Tasuki to gasp in pain and flinch back against the wall before he could stop himself. He dropped his head to his chest to hide the sight of Nakago's widening smirk, controlling his breathing and letting the fire of the wound ebb. Laugh it up while ya can, asshole. Ya won't be gettin' any more enjoyment outta me.

Nakago raised the whip again and struck hard, another bleeding welt appearing to cross the first. Tasuki did not react consciously to this blow as his thoughts had drawn him inwards. He remembered something Kouji had once said to him what seemed a long time ago, a lifetime away, after a short battle with the Mt. Kao bandits. Kouji had been binding up Tasuki's wrist which he had sprained badly, almost broken, in the fight.

Tasuki had gone white faced trying to hold back a cry of pain as Kouji twisted his wrist around to wrap the bandages properly. "Idiot." Kouji had said quietly, seemingly intent on his task. "Only an idiot refuses t' feel pain. Some might call them brave but I call 'em stupid. Pain is always gonna be there an' there's only one way you can beat it, by livin' through it. Never try to repress pain Genrou, 'cause it's impossible an' you'll only waste valuable energy tryin'."

Tasuki grit his teeth in fury and cursed under his breath as he realized Kouji was right. Knowing Nakago, today was going to be hard enough without him making it more diffcult and he was going to need all of his energy just trying to survive.

He returned to the present with a strangled yelp as Nakago cracked the whip across his cheek. Tasuki's head snapped up and he glared at Nakago, who shook his head. "I require your full attention, little boy." He called mockingly. Tasuki snarled at him in reply.

Nakago took the few steps back to Tasuki so quickly he was nothing but a blur and caught Tasuki's mouth mid snarl, holding it open and gazing down at his fangs. "These are interesting." He commented as he tapped one. Tasuki struggled briefly but stopped as the wound across his chest flared once more at the movement

"Let me explain a few things, little wolf." Nakago told him in a condescending, superior tone. "You are stronger than Tamahome was and have far more strength of will. You have more spirit and I shall greatly enjoy breaking it." Nakago broke off to smile viciously at Tasuki. "You may be wondering why I do not simply kill you? Because this is much more fun. No one will hear your screams down here. No one knows you are here. No one will come for you."

Tasuki stared up at Nakago blankly, no longer fighting, reeling from the shock of the words. Nakago released Tasuki and returned to his previous position. Tasuki shook his head violently as he brushed off Nakago's words. Damnit! He's just tryin' to get into my head. I wont let him break me. With the strength returning to Tasuki as he had thought it would, Nakago straightened out his whip once more.

Nakago raised the whip again and again, striking Tasuki over and over. He took a perverse pleasure in the pain as each of the wounds dripped blood, bright red and warm, onto the cold floor. Tasuki looked him in the eye, his gaze never faltering as his body shook and he grunted in pain each time he was struck. Nakago eventually moved down to slash at Tasuki's legs rather than his upper body, cutting his trousers to rags and inflicting more wounds.

After what had seemed an eternity of the same vicious cycle, the loud crack followed by a flash of pain and beads of blood, the torture ended for a moment. Tasuki leaned forward; dragging against his chains and took several ragged breaths. Surely I'm not getting off that easily?

Terrifying realization hit him the same time as Nakago's ki. He flinched, expecting something terrible to happen. He heard Nakago's mocking laughter as the energy took hold of him and turned him, twisting his chains, to face the wall behind him.

The energy dissipated suddenly and he fell against the wall, hissing through his teeth as his cuts pressed against the cold wall. He was just turnin' me round to get at my back. Tasuki thought with a small feeling of relief, but the relief was short-lived as he heard again the crack of the whip behind him. He readied himself for a repeat of the torture. Well joke's on you, bastard. I've taken worse than this before.

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Tasuki laughed weakly to himself at his own stubborn nature and spat on the ground, noticing detachedly that it was blood rather than spit. Heh, somethin' probably broke durin' that fight. He thought emotionlessly, not really caring by this point. He was covered in dried blood from his many wounds and he knew that several had reopened and were now adding warm fresh blood to that already surrounding him on the floor. He was still shirtless and felt the cold of the dungeon for the trousers he wore were now no more than rags. He somehow felt detached from his situation, knowing only the pain he felt and knowing he was slowly dying yet not caring.

Death would bring release. Tasuki knew Nakago would step in before that happened though and keep him alive to repeat his cruel tortures. So I'm gonna live for a while longer at least. Am I really gonna give him the pleasure of breaking? Fuck no.

"You bastard Nakago." He whispered hoarsely as he mentally went over his body, checking his many injuries with a renewed sense of purpose. Countless cuts from that damned whip, all incredibly painful and raw. Bruises everywhere; especially over his ribcage, which hurt like hell when he breathed in too deeply.

Everywhere ached and he didn't think there was an inch of skin that hadn't been attacked in some way, whether it was whipped, beaten, burnt, or one of the other tortures Nakago had come up with yesterday.

Tasuki carefully tested his left arm, trying to move it in any way, but it hung limp by his side immobilized by the deep wound that ran across the top by his shoulder.

Yesterday was thankfully mainly a pain filled blur. He was aware the pain had been inflicted but not the details of how, the methods of torture just blended into each other along with his screams and the steady drip of his blood on the floor beneath him. He had screamed, when the pain grew too much for him, and he knew Nakago had enjoyed them.

He briefly cursed his weakness again but knew had come to terms with the fact that he simply could not stand up to the sheer amount of physical torture Nakago had dealt him. There had been short periods of time when he had fallen blissfully unconscious from the pain and blood loss; but these never lasted long and he always awoke to find Nakago standing over him, a burning taste at the back of his throat. Tasuki was terrified that Nakago had made him take something while he was unconscious, something like the Kodoku that had turned Tamahome.

After his mental examination Tasuki heaved a sigh of relief to find that he felt as he did before towards his friends and did not feel a compulsion to obey Nakago. Guess that means he didn't force me to take anythin'... But why?

The worst parts of his memories were short moments of clarity during the day when he was able to remember everything that had been said and done, as if his mind was trying to make up for the many holes in his memory. Those memories slowly closed in on him, forcing him to remember what he did not want to.

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He hung limply against the chains holding him to the wall, his torso feeling as though it were on fire. He no longer felt pain from individual cuts and wished desperately that he could go numb. Rivulets of blood slowly ran down his body and onto the floor from the many cuts inflicted by the whip.

Nakago had used his energy to turn him around again at his own pleasure, when he deemed it was needed. Several of the strokes had struck in the same place, deepening the cut until Tasuki was sure that bone had been struck. His wrists were sore and bleeding for he no longer had the strength in his weakened legs to support himself and just hung there, panting softly in the brief respite from pain.

It would be so easy to give in to the blackness, to no longer feel the pain. A small, poisonous voice whispered in the back of his mind as Nakago approached. Tasuki blinked rapidly several times, trying to clear the fuzzy black edges of his vision. No! I'll not give in that easily! Who knows what the bastard'll do if I fall unconscious. Tasuki thought desperately as he watched Nakago, who now stood in front of him.

Nakago reached out and took Tasuki's chin between his fingers, forcing him to look into his eyes. Tasuki jerked his head, trying to free himself from that iron grip but the fingers tightened and held him steady.

Tasuki looked up through pain-glazed eyes into ones filled with a dark desire at seeing him so helpless. He put all of his remaining defiance into his gaze and looked back, repressing his fear of the man and the sickness he felt at the unrestrained desire in those eyes. Nakago smirked and, if anything, the desire increased at seeing that there was still strength and fire left in Tasuki.

"Good. This would be no fun if you broke as quickly as Tamahome did, little bandit," He murmured as he gently stroked the cut on Tasuki's cheek. Tasuki shied away from that touch, disgust and bile rising in his throat, but was held firmly in place. "And break you will. If not today, then the next day, or the one after that. For I can keep you on the edge of death for weeks, in constant pain throughout. When you do break it will be all the sweeter for me, for you will betray your friends for the promise of having the pain stop. For the promise of death." Nakago's words sent a chill through Tasuki's spine. They were spoken in a clear, calm voice; not a threat, but a promise.

"Never." Tasuki choked out between clenched teeth. Nakago smirked at him.
"You will beg me to end it soon enough. If you entertain me, perhaps I shall even grant you those pleas."
"Fuck you." Tasuki spat.

Nakago laughed again, a sound without mirth that chilled Tasuki more than anything he had heard before. Nakago drew back his hand and struck Tasuki hard, knocking his head to the side and momentarily dazing him.

By the time he could see straight again Nakago had slipped to his side and was looking critically at the wound on Tasuki's cheek. "Still bleeding. Perhaps I was wrong to mar such a pretty face." He leaned closer and slowly ran his tongue along the wound as if to seal it.

Tasuki froze when he felt that touch. He had to repress the urge to throw up. He could still feel the wetness on his cheek when Nakago stepped back and longed to wipe it away. Nakago smirked at his discomfort and stepped back several paces, raising the whip again. Tasuki clenched his teeth and tried to prepare himself for another round. He fell into the darkness for the first time not long afterwards.

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When he awoke Tasuki could sense there was someone else in the room. He could feel a burning at the back of his throat and felt a flutter of panic. Has he drugged me? He heard a cold laugh beside him; different to Nakago's, higher pitched. Before he could turn his head, his chains were released and he fell to the floor face first.

When he hit the cold stone he lay still, trying to deal with the new sensations of pain flooding through him. The stranger put a booted foot on his back and pressed down hard on one of the worst cuts, one that had been struck several times in quick succession. Tasuki cried out and heard a delighted laugh behind him. He couldn't decide if it chilled him more than Nakago's, but it showed far more emotion.

"Nakago has allowed me to play with you for a time, Tasuki. I'm sure we shall have fun together." He whispered and the voice sent chills down his spine. That voice took delight in his pain and it sounded sickeningly aroused.
"How many of you Seiryu are twisted bastards?" He asked defiantly. His only answer was another laugh and the point of the boot grinding harder into his back, wrenching another cry from him.

"Well Shin. What shall we do with him?" The man crooned. Tasuki shut his eyes, though it did nothing to block out the man, his voice seeming to ring louder than ever inside his mind. "What is our bandit leader afraid of then?" The man asked as he delved deep into Tasuki's mind, bringing up images and memories he thought long dead.

Too late, Tasuki realized what this seishi was going to do and tried to force him out of his mind. His efforts were met with a mocking cackle as the man delved even deeper. "Oh, this is simply too wonderful Shin. Why are the 'good' warriors' fears always so predictable?"

Tasuki was momentarily disorientated as he stared around the sunlit clearing he stood in. For a moment he had the sense of being somewhere else, somewhere far away, and being in incredible pain. "Tasuki, the fish is ready, no da." Tasuki shook his head to clear it and headed back to the fire on the other side of the trees where Chichiri waited for him.

"The others not back from scoutin' ahead yet?" He asked as he sat down.
"No. And they won't be coming back. Not for you at least, no da." Tasuki stared in shock at Chichiri.
"W…What did ya say, Chiri? I don't think I heard ya right..." Chichiri stared down at him; his face disapproving even with the mask, which he reached up to remove.

"Tasuki. We all know what you tried to do to Miaka last night, no da." The monk's voice was hard and colder than Tasuki had ever heard it before.
"What are ya talkin' 'bout? I didn't do..." Tasuki trailed off as sudden memory struck him.

He had been drunk when Miaka came to see him, wanting to talk. Instead Tasuki had pushed her onto the ground, holding her down. They were in an isolated corner of the woods and no one could hear her screams and cries for him to stop, which he quickly muffled. He had very nearly raped her.

The only reason she got away was because she had clubbed him with a heavy branch that lay nearby. When he came to it had been morning and Chichiri had dragged him out of the camp site, apparently to fish for breakfast, before he could remember anything about the night before.

"No!" He cried out in despair, eyes begging Chichiri to tell him it wasn't true. Chichiri only nodded coldly.
"I told you drinking would get you into trouble one day, no da."
"Chiri. I... I didn't mean it! Ya have to believe me Chichiri!" Tasuki clutched desperately at the front of Chichiri's kesa as he pleaded with him.

"Whether you meant it or not the deed is done, Tasuki no da. Miaka has lost her trust in you, as have the rest of the seishi, and is in a bad state. Tamahome could not get her to stop crying for hours, no da." Chichiri replied seriously, untangling Tasuki's hands from him. "You are being stricken from the Suzaku seishi and Hotohori is exiling you from Konan. We are in a forest on the edge of the border Tasuki. I do not recommend you trying to get back into the country, no da."

Chichiri stepped away and glared down at Tasuki. Cold hate now replaced the friendship and love he had once held for the younger man. Tasuki reeled back from that gaze, struck more harshly by his words than he ever could have been from a physical blow. Each word as if a knife had been driven into his soul, he felt as if he couldn't breath, couldn't do anything in the face of that gaze.

"Goodbye Tasuki. I hope never to see you again, as do the rest of us. Be glad we have given you this chance and let you live instead of executing you, no da." With that Chichiri turned and, in the swirl of his kesa, disappeared from Tasuki's side.

"NO!" Tasuki screamed it, startling every bird for several miles. "No." He repeated more softly, dropping to his knees on the forest floor. "No." He whispered it again as he brought his knees up to his body, hugging them to him and placing his head on them.

Rocking back and forth slowly, Tasuki began to moan in deep despair. In one day he had lost everything that was dear to him. His companion's friendship and trust and Miaka's unconditional love. He no longer even had the chance of returning to the bandits. After what I did I don't deserve any of that. Suzaku! How could I... After what... Tasuki's thoughts were no longer rational and he could feel the tears stinging at the back of his eyes.

His head snapped up quickly and he stared around wildly, his thoughts once more coherent but no more understandable than they had been before. No, I can't. I can't show weakness in front of him! Tasuki looked around the clearing, confused at what he had just thought. What was that? And who is 'him'?

Tasuki's thoughts returned to Chichiri's parting words and he choked back a sob. He frowned in confusion as he ran them through his mind; he knew something wasn't right. His memories and thoughts kept trying to return to his loss and regret but he brushed them away, concentrating instead on this feeling.

Maybe I'm just tryin' to distract myself... But... He... He said 'no da' even when he was being serious. Chichiri wouldn't joke around at a time like that! Looking around frantically, Tasuki realized that something was very wrong. He couldn't remember what time of the day it was, nor what day it was for that matter. He couldn't remember what the seishi had been doing camped in a forest either. And... Hotohori-sama was with us... Surely he should be back at the palace...

The more he thought about it, the more he found parts of Chichiri's behaviour that puzzled him. There was no honorific given to Hotohori-sama. The way he moved, it was all wrong.

Flashes of new memory surrounded him, the sound of a whip crack and a delighted cackle making him shiver even in the warm sunshine. It's not real! He suddenly realized and shut his eyes tightly against the sudden wave of dizziness that engulfed him.

"It's not real!" As his shout died away Tasuki realized he was back on the dungeon floor, shaking uncontrollably, but whoever had been standing on him was gone and he sat up slowly.

"He is stronger than you expected, Tomo." Nakago's cold voice made Tasuki look around quickly, wincing as the pain came back to him again. He stood in a corner of the dungeon in front of another man, blocking him from Tasuki's view.

"Forgive me, Nakago-sama." The man murmured respectfully, bowing his head in shame. His voice was servile now, full of shame and begging forgiveness.
"No matter. Had your illusions broken him I would have been denied my fun. Go." The last word was a command, emphasized by the end of the whip pointing at the door.

Tomo ducked nervously under Nakago's arm, looking as though he expected retribution at any moment. A spasm of relief passed through him as he broke clear of Nakago without punishment and he lifted his head and glared at Tasuki with undisguised hatred. "I will remember one who can break free of Shin." He hissed spitefully as he passed.

Tasuki simply stared at him, gaping at the way he was dressed. Even in the pale half-light of the dungeon Tasuki could see that the man was elaborately made up and dressed in strange finery, black and white feathers trailing behind his long hair.

The door swung closed with a clang behind the man and Tasuki was once again left alone with Nakago. He drew a deep shaking breath, still trying to banish the memories of Tomo's fake vision and the cold hatred in Chichiri's voice. "Who the hell was that freak?" He muttered to himself as he tried to calm his racing heart and distract himself from his distress. Shit, get a grip on yerself! It was a fuckin' illusion!

"Tomo, of the Seiryu Shichiseishi." Nakago spoke right behind him and Tasuki jumped. He had not heard the man approach.
"Heh, I was right then. Ya all really are freaks." Tasuki muttered. He heard the clink of chains behind him and started with surprise when he realized Nakago was releasing him. What's he doin'?

Before he was able to move far, Nakago had slipped around him and barred the door to he dungeon. He turned back to Tasuki, who had managed to struggle painfully to his feet and had one arm on the wall to support himself, and smirked.

"Fight me. If you can." He drawled, arms crossed over his chest, coldly gazing back at Tasuki, who was still shaking slightly from his experience with Tomo. Is he serious? Tasuki wondered.

"If you defeat me I may consider giving you your fireedom." The offer was obviously false even to Tasuki. Looking back at Nakago's cold smirk and the sureness of his gaze Tasuki realized sickeningly that he was serious and there was no way he was going to get out of it. He's going to make me fight him. And there's no way I'm gonna win.

Soo, chapter one. I'm not entirely sure if the torture is believable so please tell me if it's not. (huggles Tas-chan) Ahh, I'm sorry. But the pain has to come before the healing. I have a lot more than this written, so I've decided to break it up into chapters as it's going to be so long. The next chapter should be up soon (real life willing) so I'll see you then.
Bye guys. Thanks for reading. The next chapter's darker than this one, so be warned.
(And I know I'm supposed to be workng on Regrets but this woke me up at about 3 am and wouldn't leave me alone. And it still wont!)